Invisible Handcuffs

I slumped down in the chair in Scooter’s office. I blew a few strands of my hair from my face out of boredom. I started tapping a random beat on the arm chair of my seat.

I was beyond bored. I always hated when I had to come to Scooter’s office. There wasn’t anything to do at his office. Whenever I came here there was nothing but business. Usually there were meetings and a lot of paperwork involved. I hated this side of singing. Then again, everyone loved the glamorous side to being famous. No one was a fan of the paparazzi, the drama and the work that came along with it.

The sound of someone knocking on the door echoed through the room. Scooter stopped what he was doing on the computer as he looked at the door.

“Yes?” he questioned.

The door opened revealing Brittany, the secretary at the front desk downstairs. I raised my brow as I stared at the blonde. Normally she would simply call him on the phone if she needed to tell him something. Why did she decide to walk up here today?

“Scooter there are two things,” she began. Scooter nodded his head motioning for her to continue. “Well the first thing is right here, while the second thing requires you downstairs,”

She stepped to the side as criminal came into view. I immediately narrowed my eyes in a glare at her. She was the last person that I ever wanted to see. If it wasn’t for my mother I wouldn’t have to see her again.

She was the one who had gotten me into this entire situation. First, she decides not to press charges against a criminal because she wants her to, “have a second chance”. Second, she did this without asking me what I thought about this idea. Third, she made her my personal assistant, the worst things that she could possibly do.

She wasn’t even going to deal with the problem, I was. I had to deal with the criminal. She made all of the decisions but isn’t affected by any of them. This is nowhere near fair.

She rolled her eyes as she scoffed. She crossed her arms over her chest as she then narrowed her eyes at me, almost as if she was challenging me.

She tore her gaze from mine and set it on Scooter. The warm smile that she sent him caused me to scoff. Could she be anymore fake? Seriously, no one’s going to buy that act of hers for one minute.

“Hello Mr. Braun. It’s nice to finally meet you,”

“Oh please,” I muttered under my breath.

I was wrong; she could act more fake than she already was. Did she honestly believe that anyone was going to buy into her act?

“It’s nice to meet you to Ms. Matts, and call me Scooter,” he spoke.

She nodded her head a smile still on her face. Her smile was warm and friendly. Her smile caused her face to glow almost. Somehow I knew that her eyes were brighter too, but I couldn’t see them very well because of the lid from her hat. Her smile almost tempted me to smile…almost.

Not only was she a criminal but she was a hot criminal. She was a hot criminal with a nice smile. This only made things worse for me. Why did the hot criminal with an amazing smile have to make me life miserable?

Scooter walked out of the room with Brittany leaving me alone with criminal. I inwardly groaned as I threw my head back with my eyes closed. Why did this have to happen to me?

When I finally opened my eyes to look at her she had sat down. She was sitting on the couch that was across from me, texting on her phone. I narrowed my eyes once more at her.

A few moments of silence passed before she decided to break it.

“You know if your face gets stuck like that your fans won’t like it,” she slid her phone into the pocket as she looked up. “Then again they might not. They put up with your face now,”

My blood began to boil as I stared at her. I clenched the side of the chair as I continued to glare at her. Why did I have to put up with this?

“Look—”

“Shh,” she interrupted.

“Did you just—”

“Stop talking,” she silence once more. She looked up at me, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “You’re killing the moment,”

“What moment?”

She rolled her eyes as she leaned back on the couch. A smirk continued to dance across her lips as she stared at me. She pushed the lid of her hat down so that I couldn’t see her face.

“The beautiful moment of silence, where I don’t have to hear you complain about this,”

I jumped up in my chair as I clenched my fist. “Yes I’m complaining about this. This is your entire fault. I’m forced to see your criminal face every day over the summer because you decided to steal my car,” I roared.

She remained unfazed and this only made me angrier. She placed both of her hands across her stomach as she slouched in the chair slightly. She was making herself comfortable. She wasn’t affected by this at all.

“Do your fans know how terrible your attitude is?”

“That’s it!!”

“What? Are you going to give me your car keys this time so I can leave and not come back just to please you,”

“Your—”

“I’ll stop talking when you do,”

I opened my mouth, ready to tell her off, but stopped short. I thought about what she had said for a minute. If she wasn’t talking then I could pretend as if she wasn’t here. If she wasn’t here then I wouldn’t have to deal with her. In fact, I could pretend as if she wasn’t my personal assistant.

That’s when it all began to click in my head. I finally realized what was going on. I noticed the opportunity that I had been given.

She was my personal assistant. She had to do what I told her to do. I didn’t have to do what she said, in fact, it was the other way around. She had to do, what I told her to do. I actually almost listened to her. I almost listened to my personal assistant.

“No.” I sternly spoke. The amount of anger in my voice was still extremely high. “You’ll stop talking when I tell you two. Now stop talking,”

She pushed her lid up so that I could now see her face. Her brow was raised at me as she continued to smirk. “Excuse—”

“Stop talking,” I interrupted.

Her face fell so that she was now serious. I couldn’t help but smirk seeing as how I had finally gotten her attention. She was no longer in her comfort zone.

“You’re my personal assistant. You have to, and will do what I say. And if you don’t then I’ll just have to…to…to call Usher and have him press charges against you. The car is in his name you know, and I doubt that he’ll have the same reaction to the situation as my mom,”

She narrowed her eyes in a glare at me. My smirk only grew wider as I stared at her. The tables had turned. For once I was in favor.

She glared at me for a few moments before she clenched her jaw. “What may I assist you with, oh guy who has Usher’s number,”

I chuckled bitterly. “Master would be fine,”

“Don’t press your luck,”

I chuckled bitterly once more. This could actually be fun.

At least it could for me.